Cuz I'm Famous

Travis Barker

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    Girl, where ya' goin' (where ya' goin')

    Paul Wall:
    Paul Wall, Two cups, hold up
    I pull up on them thangy thangs, sitting crooked
    They watch me like a Laker game, I caught ya' lookin'
    Cup purple like the Laker game, extra muddy
    With a middle finger up in the air, up to everybody who judgin'
    If you talkin' down then you need to kill that shit abruptly
    Walk up in this motherfucker like, "Fuck you, double cut me,"
    Listen bro, trust me, it's the dough that make them lust me
    They'd rather be with me because your rusty jewelry is dusty
    I'm too up in this Mountain Dew, leaning off the DJ Screw
    Boppers yeah I keep a few, I'm fresher than the morning news
    Prada shades, exclusive view, Italian shoes I gotta slew
    If ya' think I ain't the shit, then bitch you must be sniffin' glue
    Fuchsia is my favorite hue, and codeine is the cause (hold up)
    I change my cars everyday, like I change my drawers
    I swear to God I hate you haters like I hate the laws
    Hot boxing with your broad, got kush smoke out my exhaust

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    Girl, where ya' goin, who ya' came with, what your name is
    I know you jockin', cause I'm famous, cause I'm famous
    Keep the chrome on my waist bitch, ain't gon' say shit
    Riding around in my spaceship, man I'm wasted

    Hopsin:
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo
    Critics telling me I rap too foul
    I throw them off like a gap-toothed smile
    When I dropped raw, I dropped jaws
    In 2013 and I'm coming in with a brand new sound
    Who the hell got something to say?
    How many fake motherfuckers am I crushing today?
    I'm trying to handle my prey
    Eat up or my stomach will ache
    And brace when I let my steez rub in your face
    Can we all just get along?
    To me, I get a little violent
    Niggas be wildin', talking a gang of shit when I ain't lookin'
    But when I see them they stay silent
    Why is the world filled with a whole bunch of morons?
    I'm in the middle feeling trapped like I'm Zordon
    I know it's a cold planet but fuck it I'm still chilling with my sandals and shorts on
    Making a fortune, watching whores cum, fucking them raw make them get abortions
    Here's a line of cocaine, you should snort some
    I'm the new rapper brainwashing your son
    I'm just trying to make everything more fun
    See, I do this strictly out of boredom
    So I guess I'm like every other rapper making some bullshit
    Just so you can buy it and give me more funds
    Fuck those niggas, I'm much more iller
    Every couple of seconds my nuts grow bigger
    When I get spotted by women they get the itching to hop on Twitter so they can upload pictures
    I'm usually willing to give it up, go figure
    I got a girl, so I just don't give a fuck
    Hop into your car and blast it, for the bars of madness
    Cuz I'm far from average
    I'm famous bitch!

    Yelawolf:
    They done let that killer out the cage, give me the keys Forrest
    Catfish Billy got a pump shotgun, shells full of that norris chump
    Cowboy boot-kick motherfuckers to the floor because I'm bored as fuck
    Coors to crush, cans to crack, doors to rush, jam packed
    Brother work hard, more to look than looking, they is lucky to know me
    Buddy I'm an alcoholic, and a workaholic
    I'mma work this paint, paint on a canvas
    Also, a punk with a Dupont bucket, full of mossy green
    Dammit, camouflage on the beat
    I done lost my team, I'm hard to manage
    Let me put it to you simple, I own this fucking house
    I'm a pioneer, look these are just my clones that are popping out
    I must've been abducted when I was in Alabama
    Me and swamp fox, I swear I saw it
    Changing channels, looking for Dukes of Hazzard
    Between Rap City and Dixie Flags
    I don't know if I'm fishin', huntin' or puttin' tags on bass and bucks
    Mountin' or roundin' the fuckin' masses, into a lake
    So they can take a public bath in
    Subjects that I intertwine with lines with such a stack
    Get double bagged by MCs, haters they chuckle, laugh and choke
    It's such a gaff to me
    I fill a machete with critic croaks, suck on that
    Shit is dope, I'm popping, it's bubble wrap, folks
    It ain't been this abusive since that single that Bubba had, nope
    Yeller!

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    Composición: Dixon Don A, Travis Barker, Paul Wall, Elijah Blue Molina y M Hopson

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